It might have made some difference, but he was not about to argue, because when she thrusted to take in whatever he had left, she stole most of his breath.

Move. Yes, move. Just move and everything will be okay.
He had to grip the bedroll with a hand to have some sort of hold on something, and pulled out with a shaky sigh -oh now that felt good- and when he pushed into her, he met very little resisatance, going all the way forward. "Aaaah~ Tenten~" The motion ripped a moan, and the hand still at her breast dug into it a fraction more. once he couldn't go in any deeper, he started pulling out again, working a rhythm he hoped he could satisfy her with.

...then again, it was Tenten, he suspected fast would be too slow...?